"I love every square inch of you, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes," his muffled reply came from between my breasts. "Your news just sped up what I already wanted."
“You sure you’re not just saying that now since you have no choice?” I said, pushing his head back.
He stopped and looked up into my face, his hazel eyes full of warmth. “I thought I was before, but I knew I was in love with you the moment you stepped on that plane to go back to Brazil. I wanted to ask you then, but I was worried that it would be too fast, that we'd be rushing things. I spent my days from the time you left until I stepped off the plane in Porto Alegre trying to figure out how to bring you back to me."
I smiled and ran my fingers along the bruising underneath his left eye, smiling. “I bet you didn’t think it’d be a baby that brought it all together. So no regrets?"
"None."
I felt tears in the corners of my eyes, which I blinked away as I quickly leaned in to kiss my husband again, our tongues touching as passion grew deep in the pit of my belly. I could feel him grow hard underneath me, and I grinned at the sounds coming from him as I shifted my hips back and forth, my panties rubbing over the bulge of his crotch.
"Tell me, what do you want tonight?” I purred, grabbing the back of the chair and leaning back, relishing the sensations. It was maddening but electric as the firm bulge rubbed against me through my silk panties, erotic as we rubbed against each other even while leaving our clothes on.
“Tonight is your night,” Tomasso grunted out, distracted as my hips moved faster and faster.
"Mmm, good," I gasped, giving in to my body's desires as I rode him faster and faster, my voice reduced to guttural groans and gasps as my pussy flared over and over, pulsing with pleasure as I approached my orgasm. Tomasso held me secure and safe, his left arm on the small of my back while his right hand massaged my breasts, adding to the powerful sensations coursing through me. With a choked cry, I came, my fingers squeezing the back of the chair as he held me tight, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me.
I hadn't even realized that I had that sneaking fear until I said it, and the fact that Tomasso said he loved me and had no regrets freed the last of my worries. I grinned as I got off his lap. "I seem to have stained your suit pants. We should get those off you before it sets.”
Leaning forward, I unbuttoned his coat, stripping the clothes off his upper body. I kissed and licked at his skin as each perfect bit was revealed to me until Tomasso was naked from the waist up. I got to my knees and gave him a grin as I undid his belt and eased the zipper of his pants down.
"I have something special I'd like to do for you. Hold on," I said, pulling his pants down. I was flummoxed for a second by his leg brace, but I'd gotten good at the straps, and quickly had it off, pulling his pants the rest of the way off, leaving him naked and powerful. "I'll be right back. Stay exactly like that."
Tomasso chuckled as I gathered up his clothes and ran to his bathroom, dropping the pile in the dirty clothes hamper inside before adding my own. Checking the medicine cabinet, I found what I wanted, figuring it had to be there or in his room somewhere. The tube of lubricant was a bit old, but since he’d been in college most of the time, I figured that would be the case. It was still cool and slick to my fingers, and I eased some inside me, reaching back and shivering in anticipation as my fingers slipped inside my ass.
I'd only ever done this once before. I lubricated myself as best I could before wiping my hands with a towel and then going back out into the bedroom, chuckling at the sight of Tomasso slowly pumping his cock with his fist. "Did I take too long?"
"No . . . but I couldn't resist," Tomasso replied, his eyes fixed on my hips as I swayed across the room. "What's behind your back?"
"Just this," I said, showing him the lubricant. "For you and that beautiful cock of yours. I'm already prepared."
I got to my knees again, squirting a line of lubricant into my hand before I wrapped it around his cock, pumping his shaft until he glistened in the overhead lights. "It’s a well-known fact that Brazilian women are proud of their backsides," I teased as I prepared him. "Think you can handle it?”
"I'm damn sure going to try," Tomasso said, gasping when I reached underneath and massaged his prostate some. "Keep that up, though, and I'm not going to have a chance."
I winked at him, then let go of his cock and straddled his waist again, my breasts pressing against his face, encouraging him as I reached back and took him and positioned it at my back entrance. "Don't worry, I'm ready."